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Deborah and Aviva, Part I

By on January 2, 2013
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“…Baruch ata Ad’nay mekadesh ha Shabbat,” sang Nathan.

“Amen,” everybody answered. 

Deborah was trying hard to concentrate on the Shabbat blessings. Ever since she got there, the Ghaiman children were very interested in drawing her attention, already bored of their father’s conversation regarding the economic impact of some law or the other. Seth was very good with kids and did a good job entertaining them and keeping them away from Deborah long enough for her to ponder the situation.

This was the first time Deborah had been inside Aviva’s house since she was a teenager. She didn’t remember much and back then the house didn’t have the appeal it had now. This was Aviva’s house, her home, her element. They weren’t in the office any longer, so the fine barrier between being her subordinate and being someone worth inviting over for dinner was wreaking havoc in Deborah’s mind. 

Everything about Aviva invited Deborah to act. Every stolen glance, every accidental and not so accidental brush of their fingers, every sway of her skirt, every heave of her chest, but above all, her eyes, straightforward and direct, begged Deborah to take action and continue what was left unfinished.

She walked to one of the bathrooms and grabbed the cup for netilat yadayim when she felt Aviva’s hands grabbing her waist from behind, pressing her body against Deborah’s back. Leaning her head to brush her lips against her ear, Deborah could feel Aviva’s labored breathing as she whispered “I love your dress.” And just like that, she disappeared, leaving Deborah confused and aching in arousal.  It was hard to breathe the same air as Aviva, to have her so close and not be able to claim her.

Fucking confused housewives, Debora thought, saying hamotzi a little bit louder than necessary. Does she even know the mixed signals she’s sending? 

Deborah’s heartbeat was galloping and she was nearly choking on the sexual energy she could feel emanating from Aviva’s body, who was seated right by her side. She welcomed the possibility for escape when Aviva asked her to help clear the table while Nathan, Seth and the other guests enjoyed a cup of coffee conveniently spiked with little too much Scotch.

She followed her boss to the kitchen, glad to get away from the dining room. Immediately she felt two strong hands pushing her against the wall, and two lips attacking hers, sucking the little air left in her lungs.

‘Aviva,’ she heard herself whispering as electricity jolted through her body. Aviva’s hands were everywhere, frantically touching her face, her neck, her stomach, trying at the same time to kiss her anywhere her lips could reach.

It was messy, clumsy and the sexiest encounter Deborah had ever had.

“Please,” Aviva begged, not bothering to hide the need in her voice, “take me out of here.”

Deborah nodded; without saying a word she took Aviva’s hand and pulled her out of the apartment, grabbing their coats on the way out. The gentlemen were too deep in conversation to notice that anything was amiss and the kids were safe in their rooms with the nanny.

After texting their respective partners telling them not to worry, they entered Deborah’s car and drove in absolute silence to her apartment.

Once inside, Deborah directed Aviva to her bed and laid her on it, immediately straddling her hips. With a swift movement, she got rid of her own dress and concentrated all her efforts in peeling off all of Aviva’s clothes.

Watching Aviva spread completely naked and pliant on her bed, Deborah forgot to breathe altogether. Aviva’s breath hitched, her chest moving rapidly up and down exposing her nervousness and insecurities, so unlike her usual confident, poised self.

Neither of them said a single word throughout the night. Deborah was afraid any actual acknowledgement of the situation would make Aviva run away, so she focused on her eyes, her skin, her breasts, noticing every ticklish spot, every shudder, every sigh. She was in charge of the situation and Aviva didn’t seem to mind. She just let Deborah explore every inch of her body, abandoning any restraint she had once had.

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